Hello, people whose likes and comments I can’t see. *waves, heads back to tumblr*



Cup of awesome, via tumblr

My inner ’70s kid squealed in delight about these babies. I’ve seen some behind-the-scenes photos before, but not most of these. Three of my faves below, but that’s just the tip of the Hoth ice shelf, so run, don’t walk, here.






via http://rascalizer.tumblr.com/post/48156510804

…comes back, finds the notifications pulldown refusing to load. WTH, WordPress? I hope this is very temporary.  Not cool to be flying blind on likes/follows/comments.

So. Tumblr. That’s been quite the immersion in GenY culture. I wasn’t intending to hang out with the youngsters; just got sucked into a fandom via a link on Facebook that opened out unto that strange new world. I blame it in part on sequestration; I mean really, could the news have gotten any less interesting to track & comment on at that point?  Not that a few things haven’t happened since… I expect my commentating energies will reappear at some future date. Or a desire to post about Wheat Thins or Gen X nostalgia or something. Who knows. In the meantime I’m likely to be hauling over here just to post tumblr finds that don’t fit with the focus of  my account over yonder.

I get why kids these days tend not to bother with staid platforms such as this; definitely a weird sort of social media culture shock moving back and forth. I’m still mulling the pros & cons of tumblr and what it highlights in the generational divide; I expect I’ll get around to penning a little something about it from my GenX perspective eventually. In the meantime, I can say I’ve developed some wicked Photoshop envy and am a proud inductee into the Moon Moon society.

See y’all around when my WP mood strikes…




found via  http://damelola.tumblr.com/post/49436762258

RIP donald richie

Speaking of Japan, the great gaijin has passed on to other realms:


Donald Richie, a prominent American critic and writer on Japan who helped introduce much of the English-speaking world to the golden age of Japanese cinema in 1959 and recounted his expatriate life there spanning seven decades, died on Tuesday in Tokyo. He was 88.

…Mr. Richie wrote prolifically, not just on film and culture in Japan but also on his own travels and experiences there. He won recognition for his soul-baring descriptions of a Westerner’s life in an impenetrable but permissive society that held him politely at arm’s length while allowing him to explore it nonetheless, from its classical arts to its seedy demimonde.

Openly bisexual, Mr. Richie also wrote frankly about his lovers, both male and female, saying Japan’s greater tolerance of homosexuality in the 1940s, relative to that in the United States, was one reason he returned to the country after graduating from Columbia University in 1953. Mr. Richie first saw Tokyo as a bombed-out ruin, arriving in 1947 as a 22-year-old typist with the Allied Occupation forces after serving on transport ships during the war. He spent most of the next 66 years in Tokyo, gaining a following among Western readers for textured descriptions of Japan and its people that transcended Western stereotypes.